Chapter 220: The Eve of the Great War

Wei He is outraged.

He couldn't wait to rush into the screen and tear the Nemesis to shreds. The other people in the scene felt much the same as Daoist Wei He.

President Xu was the first to react, he slammed the table and stood up angrily, his tiger's eyes glaring, "Predestined One, what do you mean by this!"

Mr. Cheng De, who was about to slap the table, sat back silently.

Dean Seo knew, he knew Chi You would never do what was predicted!

But he hated how he could not have imagined that the predestined person would be so bold and vicious, even daring to change the content of the prophecy to deceive people.

His words woke up the people who were stunned. The room erupted in an uproar, and the old celestial master's pupils clenched, looking incredulously at the predestined person's back.

The old man from the Xuan Ling Office's face changed, violently clenching the scepter in his hand, "Predestined One, are you telling the truth?"

"How can you, how can you be so selfish! You're using us, using us as knives!"

"You're the Fated One, how could you do this!"

A dozen or so old people took turns questioning, so excited that their blood pressure soared, shaking their hands and pointing angrily at the Fatalist. Fatalist did not deny, face guilty.

These old men were more agitated, for they had ascertained the answer of the predestined man from his attitude.

An old man couldn't help but burst into tears, choking back tears and saying, "It's a sin."

Most of them have already reached the age of old age, cursing and cursing, exhausted, but can not continue to curse. They sat down on the chair in a disheveled manner, and in an instant they seemed to have aged a dozen years.

It was a joke that turned out to be a joke.

What sacrifice of oneself, it turned out to be just being used as a sword.

Ji Yaozi looked at the Fated One in disbelief.

He only felt that the scene in front of him was like a dream. He had dreamed countless times that the predestined person would repent in time and change his ways, exactly like the picture in front of him. But he also knew that in reality, the Fated Man would never admit his mistakes.

Ji Yaozi pinched himself as hard as he could, nearly contorting his expression in pain.

It's not a dream.

But how is that possible?

How could the Fates say such a thing?

Why did he choose to say it when he had already fooled the crowd?

The predestined man didn't even close the windows of the parlor; it was as if he didn't care that anyone else heard him or that they, the people, would spread this secret.

Ji Yaozi's eyelids were jumping and his sense of foreboding was growing stronger, he always had the feeling that the predestined man was going to do something big.

"Ji Yaozi," the Fated One suddenly looked to Ji Yaozi and said in a warm voice, "Come here."

Ji Yaozi hesitated for a moment and walked over.

The Fated Man nodded gently toward the others and departed leisurely after greeting them as he had done before, leading Ji Yaozi out of the parlor.

Ji Yaozi was just about to ask the Fated One why he was looking for him when the Old Celestial Master and Grand Master Cheng De caught up with him.

The old Heavenly Master trembled as he walked over, his face composed, "Predestined One, please also stay at the Heavenly Master's Mansion for a night, I have some questions I want to ask you."

The Fated One sighed and nodded in agreement. He looked toward Grandmaster Cheng De and said in a matter-of-fact manner, "Is Grandmaster Cheng De also staying at the Celestial Master's Mansion tonight?"

Cheng De Grandmaster bitterly smiled and shook his head, "Da Zhao Monastery can't afford to be busy these days, I will take my leave in a while. This will come over with the old celestial master, it is to say a word to you."

He lowered his voice, "Predestined One, I believe you could not have done this. If the true gods ask, I will cover for you."

The predestined man, however, shook his head disapprovingly, "It's fine for Master Cheng De to speak truthfully, I do things without shame, and I'm sure the True God understands that as well."

Grandmaster Cheng De sighed, "I see. In that case, Predestined One, Old Celestial Master, I will go back first."

When the three figures of the Fated Man had disappeared into thin air, Master Cheng De turned to leave as well. But as he made his way to the parlor, he saw that his old friends from the parlor were standing in a group at the door, stopped by one of the style gods.

This is a god that Master Cheng De recognizes. There were three major gods beside the Fated Man, and this was one of them, his name was Galang. The reason why Grandmaster Cheng De remembered him was because his name was the same as the Buddhist Bodhisattva Galan, who was the guardian deity that guarded the temple. With this name, Galang is definitely the best of the gods in terms of strength.

Master Cheng De couldn't understand why the Fated One had sent a god to guard the doorway, and he pricked up his ears to surreptitiously listen to the curses of his old friends.

"Who are the Predestined to stop us from leaving?!"

"Is he afraid we'll tell his secret? I bah! Since he took the initiative to make it clear, what's there to be afraid of? This hypocrite, true villain!"

Galan said, "Your Excellency will not stop everyone for long. You only need to stay in the Heavenly Master's Mansion for two more days, and once the two days are over, you will be able to leave."

Master Cheng De was shocked in his heart.

He stopped listening and hurried off down the path.

Is this ...... a way for the Fatalists to save themselves?

He admitted his mistake, and after admitting his mistake he would go to the Dazhao Monastery to ask the True God to continue to guide him to become a god. If he really became a god, naturally he did not need to care about these people who knew his secret. If he did not become a god ...... he imprisoned these people in the heavenly master s mansion and could also save the day.

And why he was able to come out, presumably because he was going back to reply to the True God.

Master Cheng De didn't dare to think about it any further, and only wanted to go back quickly to tell Jiang Luo about it.

*

The other side.

Ji Yaozi cautiously asked, "Predestined One, you have called me here?"

The predestined man turned his head sideways and instructed in a warm voice, "Don't go anywhere in these few days, stay with Feng Li in the Heavenly Master's Mansion, and pay attention to your own safety."

It was rare for him to show concern for people, and if it had been before Ji Yaozi had realized the strangeness of his life, Ji Yaozi would have only been touched, but now, he just felt cold all over.

He nodded in response with a strong, colorless face. The Fated Man said gratefully, "Go on."

The old Heavenly Master's face was complicated, "I'll send my disciples to arrange a room for him."

Along the way, the old celestial master wanted very much to ask the predestined man something. But he didn't say anything until he reached the front of the Fatalist's residence. The old Celestial Master shook his hand in dismay, "I only hope that you can be considerate Feng Li."

With that said, and without waiting for a reply from the Predator, he stumbled away.

The predestined man slowly pushed the door open and poured himself a cup of tea. He sipped the tea slowly, and by the time half the pot was gone, the sky had dimmed.

The Fated Man suddenly said despondently, "The old Heavenly Master's life span is about to end."

He raised his hand and tapped on the table, and a male style god appeared in the room.

The style god lowered his head and meekly said, "My lord."

"Luan Song, you go and bring more Style Gods and keep Ji Yaozi close," the Fated One closed his eyes, "Don't let him realize something is wrong, but don't let him near the Da Zhao Temple either."

Luan Song said, "Yes."

He asked again hesitantly, "Your Excellency, do you really want to go to the Da Zhao Monastery tomorrow?"

The Fateful One smiled, "It's come to this, how can we stop halfway."

"Even if it's dangerous there, I can't let go of a glimmer of hope," the predestined man murmured, "This could be my last chance to become a god."

It's not that the Fates didn't realize the crisis.

But as long as there was the slightest possibility, he would go to the mountains of fire and daggers.

What's more, the Predestined Man had already sent Style Gods to secretly lurk in the hills around the Da Zhao Temple. If the Da Zhao Temple's Formation God was really a trap, he wasn't afraid of anything.

After all, the descendants of the Chi family who were prophesied to be able to kill him are also already either dead or wounded.

*

That night, Ji Yaozi stayed at the Heavenly Master's Mansion. But he tossed and turned for a long time without sleep, and the next morning, when Ji Yaozi tried to find his destiny person, he was told by others that his destiny person had already left.

"Gone?"

Ji Yaozi was a little agitated. Suddenly he went in the direction of Feng Li. He wanted to ask Feng Li if there was anything wrong with Feng Li's mother.

Early in the morning, Feng Li was reading a book in his study. Ji Yaozi entered the study, closed the door behind him, and impatiently asked, "Feng Li, who is your mother?"

Parents are taboo for Feng Li to talk about. Feng Li's face sank and she held back her anger, "This is not a question you should ask."

Ji Yaozi hurriedly explained, "Listen to me, I think something is wrong with our birth. The Fated Man was very wrong yesterday, and I feel that his wrongness is also related to our birth."

Feng Li narrowed his eyes for a long moment before asking, "What's wrong with him?"

Ji Yaozi hesitated for a moment and told the story of how the Fated One had changed the content of the prophecy. He didn't know which word in his words had struck Feng Li, and when Ji Yaozi didn't realize it, Feng Li's eyes became blank for a moment, as if he had lost his mind.

The suggestion imprinted in his subconscious worked, and Feng Li stiffened for a moment, returning to his original form after a brief instant.

He stood up suddenly.

Ji Yaozi's words came to a screeching halt, "What's wrong with you?"

Feng Li bypassed him and left the room, striding down the stairs. Ji Yaozi rushed after him, "Feng Li?"

Feng Li faded, "Didn't you want to know why the Nemesis was off?"

Ji Yaozi couldn't help but nod.

Feng Li said, "We'll just follow up and take a look."

Ji Yaozi froze and looked at Feng Li with disbelief. After realizing that Feng Li was playing for real, he hesitated for a few seconds, but also made up his mind and followed Feng Li out of the Heavenly Master's Mansion without hesitation.

Ji Yaozi has been pretending to obey the Fates for many years.

He didn't dare to rebel against the Fated Man, but his spirit was as agonizing as oil on fire. Now that the Fated One has admitted the truth of that year, does he still want to go on like a wallflower?

No, he wanted to find out why the Fates had suddenly revealed the secret, and wanted to know who his mother really was. It was about time he came up with action.

*

Ji Yaozi followed Feng Li and hurried to the bottom of the mountain of the Da Zhao Monastery.

Ji Yaozi didn't know why they came to the Da Zhao Temple. But he believed Feng Li, did not ask anything, buried head followed Feng Li into the mountain.

The Da Zhao Temple is built on the halfway up the mountain. Surrounded by mountains, it covers an area of ten thousand hectares. Although Ji Yaozi had heard of the fame of the Da Zhao Monastery, he had never been there before. Feng Li, however, was very skillful and led Ji Yaozi up the mountain path.

The further we went, the more desolate the road became, and Ji Yaozi asked strangely, "Are we going the wrong way?"

Feng Li pointed in a direction, "Almost there."

Ji Yaozi followed his finger to see, Da Zhao Temple is really much closer. Ji Yaozi put down the heart, but the two did not walk a few steps, in front of suddenly more than a few people blocking the way.

Upon closer inspection, however, Ji Yaozi frowned, "A god?"

Five or six gods stood in front of Feng Li and Ji Yaozi, who had seen the leader before, one of the gods around the Fated One, named Luan Song.

Are these the gods of the Fated Man?

Why are they here?

Ji Yaozi looked serious.

Luan Song said politely, "You two shouldn't be here, you can't go any higher, please go back."

Ji Yaozi asked in a deep voice, "Why are you here?"

Luan Song, "The Lord has sent us to protect you."

Ji Yaozi: "......"

A single god is powerful enough, how important are the two of them that they need so many gods to protect them?

Feng Li suddenly asked, "Are you here to protect me, or are you here to protect Ji Yaozi?"

Luan Song was silent, but glanced at Ji Yaozi.

Ji Yaozi's heart sank.

Feng Li said slightly playfully, "Ji Yaozi is so important that you sent so many people to protect him?"

His tone was off, but Ji Yaozi didn't notice. He asked in an aggravated tone, "Why did the Fated One ask you to protect me."

Luan Song answered incorrectly, "It's dangerous here, please fight your way back to the Heavenly Master's Mansion."

Ji Yaozi wanted to go to the Da Zhao Monastery even more.

What exactly could be the danger at the Da Zhao Temple that would cause these gods to stand guard?

"I'm not going back," Ji Yaozi looked displeased as he held out his hand and an iron cone flew out of his pocket, the sharp end aimed at the shikigami, "If you guys have to stop me, I'm not going to be polite."

This is Ji Yaozi's most commonly used artifact spirit, the iron cone and his mind are connected, where to hit, powerful.

Feng Li snorted, "What are you talking to them so much for."

He directly formed a seal with both hands, and a powerful wind force rushed towards Luan Song from in front of him, pushing him backward by more than ten meters. After Luan Song stood still, he immediately blew a whistle.

Seconds later, more gods came out of the mountains.

Ten, twenty, thirty ......

A frightening number of Style Gods surrounded Feng Li and Ji Yaozi layer by layer, and their faces couldn't help but freeze. The Style Gods glanced at each other and tacitly narrowed the encirclement.

The atmosphere was getting more and more tense, and just as Ji Yaozi was about to force his way out, someone behind Luan Song laughed and said, "Amitabha Buddha."

The people in the room froze.

The voice came closer and closer, and Rarity said, "Are you all trying to fight in the mountains of my Dazhao Temple? There is a fine for fighting here."

Luan Song turned around to look and saw a bald monk who looked like a good woman coming out of the woods.

Luan Song recognized him and frowned, "Ge Wuchen?"

Ge Wuchen smiled slightly. In his eyes, however, he revealed the ruthlessness and pain of a great revenge about to be avenged, "Since all of you have come to my Da Zhao Monastery, it wouldn't be right not to go in and be a guest, would it?"

As soon as he spoke, a hundred ghosts with strange shapes and godly haunts came out behind him.

These hundred ghosts are the same ones that once married Jiang Luo. The hundred ghosts belonged to Chi You's men, and had already joined Chi You, so even though Chi You was seriously injured, he did not devour them to make up for it.

Luan Song felt bad as he beckoned the god to be wary of Ge Wuchen.

The gods that surrounded Ji Yaozi and Feng Li cautiously shielded the two of them in the encirclement and turned to face Ge Wuchen and Hyakki.

If it was just a hundred ghosts, they could still deal with it.

But to the left came another voice of feigned surprise, "It's so lively here."

Luan Song subconsciously looked to his left, where Liao Si was smilingly waddling over with a large group of staggering dead bodies.

The sound of dead bodies mopping through the woods was so much like crawling insects. The heavy stench of corpses hit his nose as these dead bodies crashed through the branches and vines, chunks of muddy flesh falling off their bodies.

It's a trap on both sides!

Luan Song made an immediate decision, "Go and inform His Excellency that there is a trap here! Chi You's men are coming!"

Some of the gods tried to leave through the back, but someone behind them said in a cold voice, "Where do you want to go?"

Hua Li's two sharp claws stretched out at his side, and the nails on them instantly became hard and slender. He led another group of grudge spirits to block the retreating path of the Style Gods.

Ji Yaozi froze and looked at the scene in front of him, somewhat unable to react. Luan Song gripped the weapon in his hand with a death grip and warned, "Do you think that His Excellency has no defenses? There are style gods everywhere in the nearby mountains, and as long as there is any movement, the style gods will flock to the Da Zhao Temple. Whatever you guys are trying to do, it's not going to happen."

Liao Si weakly covered her mouth and coughed, smiling, "It's fine, we just need to take care of the big head. As for the other gods, there are others to deal with."

"Please, just let us finish you guys off," he said pitifully, "Master said the only way I can get a new body is if I get credit for it."